Sit.’ he orders. I swallow a few times, wondering at the dryness of my mouth, and obey him. I agreed to this, after all. I tremble as if he’ll hit...me when he strokes down my arm, from my shoulder to my wrist, with the back of his hand. He looks up at me (he had been staring at my shaking hands) and smiles softly. ‘I suppose you wish for me to tell you some tired cliché about how I won’t bite.’ he says. This time the full force of his British accent hits me, and I smile more naturally. ‘Well,’ I. Today, however, was different. The class room was filled with a sound that most of the students had heard before, but never in public. It was evident that today was exciting, as, with the exception of Miss Kelly, two boys, and one girl, all eyes were on one particular spot in the class room. Some kept stealing glances, trying not to be obvious, while others stared non-chalantly. But all of them, including the teacher, heard the sound of flesh slapping flesh, and the tortured, suppressed moans. If only I had known!Fast forward to grad school in Arizona. Still fantasizing about hard cocks but just getting off with girls. The drive from my apartment to class always took me past this adult bookstore. So one day on my way to a study group I stopped in for what I thought would be a nice stroke to a hot vid.The booths there all had half doors on them, so if you sat down in the booth you could lean down and look across the hall. I went into my booth, the one on the end, and flipped on a. "The guy on the couch —evidently Beej— went to the door and opened it to let Lauren inside; Lauren had his arms full with two buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken and a case of beer. Lauren was wearing a short skirt with an abbreviated halter-top and sandals; the long hair, make-up and painted toenails added to the image of a very pretty, if young, woman.I led the group to the kitchen, where Lauren and I set things up and the guys started to eat. I'd wondered briefly about Donny's reference to.